Pick up your guns, start your own war
Go away wealthy, return more than poor.Come back dead, one way or another
Dead to your country, dead to each other.
Loss of limb, loss of life
Little difference in this time of strife
Irony deep in who were once friends
A mortal enemy is how it ends.
Shooting hostiles in lands far away
Just following orders, nothing to say.
Children who die, bullet in head
No parents to mourn they’re already dead.
For money, for greed, for the glory of war
The same reasons again as the reasons before.
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